This poem is taken from Stand 236, 20(4) December 2022 - February 2023.

John Paul Davies Molly's Igloo
After three days and rising of Easter snow,
nothing else for it but to build an igloo.

We salvaged a wheelbarrow from the shed, shovels–  
a spider’s citadel spun in each handle.

Settling into the routine: load, trundle, empty, pat–  
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